by Joyce Alec
Luke nodded slowly, trying to recall what Elizabeth looked like. It had been a great many years since he had last seen her, worsened still by the fact that her father had taken ill whilst abroad. He did not even think he would recognize her, although he had heard that she had grown into quite a beautiful young woman.
“Society at large is not aware of your betrothal,” his father said quietly. “You can make it public any time you wish, although I am sure there will be more than a few whispers going around the moment you begin to court her!”
Luke tried to smile, sitting back in his chair and turning his gaze to the fire. “Will she be there with her parents and brother?”
His father frowned for a moment before shaking his head. “The brother, Frederick, is just recently married, I believe,” he said slowly, trying to remember. “I think it was last Season, or so I heard. Married very well and is already on the way to producing the heir—provided it is a boy, of course!” He chuckled wryly to himself and rose to pour himself a snifter of brandy, offering one to Luke, who took it without hesitation. “They have settled in the country, in a smaller estate for the time being.”
“So, he will not be present then,” Luke murmured to himself, still feeling rather conflicted over the whole situation. “Her father?”
“Both of her parents should be present,” his father said, nodding. “I will be glad to shake the earl’s hand again, that is for certain. I have worried over his health, I must say.”
Luke grinned. “And your holdings, no doubt.”
Much to his surprise, his father did not smile, his eyes sliding from the fire towards Luke. “No, indeed. I surprised myself, of course, but I discovered that I cared more for my friend’s health than for anything else. As you know, the earl and I have been in business together for some time, and during those years, I have discovered him to be a true friend. To lose his friendship would be a much harder blow than the difficulties it might cause my business.”
The solemnity of his father’s words hit Luke hard. “I understand, Father,” he said quietly. “I was jesting; that is all.” He turned his gaze back towards the fire, his jaw set. He had been able to forget almost entirely about Lady Elizabeth for the last few years, finding that he rather enjoyed courting and dancing, appreciating the bright smiles and fine pairs of eyes that settled on him. He had been head over heels with all the attention he had received during his first year in London, but that had slowly begun to settle. He was determined to be as honorable a man as his father was, not wishing to bring any kind of embarrassment to their name. At least, no more than he already had done! However, to meet the lady again, the one he was to marry and make a home with, that was quite unsettling.
Whilst Luke appreciated his father’s wisdom in setting up such a match, knowing that it would be good for both families, he found the notion of having his choice of whom to marry taken away from him to be rather disconcerting. He would have much preferred to have found his own wife, in the usual manner, instead of having one foisted upon him. However, given that he was under his father’s instruction, Luke knew he had very little choice. He could not cry off now, especially when the family’s reputation and future relationship was at stake. He would just have to hope that it would all be quite all right. It would not do if Lady Elizabeth was rather tempestuous or, even worse, a flirt. Was she pretty? The fact that he would have to produce the heir with her made things all the worse, for if she was not in the least bit tolerable, then he might have some trouble there.
“You are looking worried, my son,” his father said quietly. “What is the matter?”
Aware that his father had always been able to see straight through him, Luke shot him a brief smile. “I am just wondering what Lady Elizabeth might be like,” he said, honestly. “I do not know of her character, nor of her features. In truth, I worry that I might not be able to recognize her come this evening!”
His father chuckled, swirling his brandy around in the bottom of the glass. “Have no fear, my son,” he replied with a smile. “She is a diamond of the first water, or so I am told. As for her character, that I cannot say I know much about it, but I would presume that with a father as honorable as my dear friend, and a mother as gentle, she will have turned out very well. You need not concern yourself in that regard, Luke. I have chosen her wisely; believe me.”
“I hope so,” Luke muttered, putting one hand over his eyes for a moment, still feeling quite unsettled about meeting his betrothed again. “And I do hope that she is as content with the arrangement as I am.”
“I am sure she will be,” his father said firmly. “After all, children trust their parents, do they not? And plenty of marriages are formed in such a way. I know that you shall have a very happy marriage, Luke, which is just what I want for you.”
Luke dropped his hand, threw back the rest of his brandy, and got to his feet, seeing the glimmer of concern in his father’s expression.
“I had best go and prepare myself for this evening then,” he exclaimed with a bright smile, which—in turn—relieved the concern from his father’s face. “I would not want to make a poor impression on the lady in question.”
“Very good, my boy,” his father replied, lifting the last of his brandy in Luke’s direction. “I shall see you in a few hours then.”
Luke nodded and quit the room, walking swiftly up to his bedchamber. He would have a bath drawn and ensure that every bit of his outfit was clean, and where required, starched. Lady Elizabeth would have nothing to fault him on, and despite the warring of thoughts in his mind, Luke was determined to make a good impression. She was to be his wife, after all, whether he liked it or not.
2
“Chin up, eyes front, and for heaven’s sake, smile!”
Elizabeth bit her lip and tried desperately to hold back the retort that sprang to her lips. This was her first Season, and she was well aware that she was very late to be having her come out. It could not be helped, of course, for her father had been terribly ill whilst overseas and all thoughts of the Season had gone from her mind entirely until he was well and back home again.
And, just as her mother reminded her almost repeatedly, it did not particularly matter that she was something of a late bloomer, for she did not need to go in search of a husband. That particular matter had already been settled.
Setting her shoulders, Elizabeth looked straight ahead and descended the stairs with her mother alongside her. This was her very first ball, and whilst she was very excited, she was also equally terrified. There was little doubt that her betrothed, Luke, Earl of Mallon, would be present, and of course, that he would claim her for a dance or two. Given that she had not seen him in many years, Elizabeth was already feeling quite anxious over their meeting, wondering whether or not she might be able to recognize him.
Her memory of him was poor, remembering only a young boy with a shock of dark hair. She had been so young and had not seen him since that night when they had been introduced. Of course, their respective fathers had enjoyed many meetings over the years, but Luke had been enrolled at Eton, and so she had never laid eyes on him again. There had been that time he had come to call upon her, but she had been unable to admit him, caught up in her father’s illness.
“Elizabeth, you are not smiling.”
“Sorry, Mama,” Elizabeth replied at once, pasting a gentle smile on her lips and hoping that she had not made a bad impression on those watching them descend. Her father had gone immediately to the card room, declaring that it was the only reason he had attended the ball in the first place, which left Elizabeth and her mother to delve into the fray alone.
“Ah, my dear countess!”
Elizabeth stood quietly, as her mother embraced an older lady, who upon introduction turned out to be Viscountess Montague—a very old friend of her mother’s.
“And is this your daughter?” Lady Montague exclaimed, taking Elizabeth’s hand for a moment. “Delighted to meet you. And may I say just how lovely you look. That gown s
uits your coloring perfectly.”
Elizabeth smiled and thanked her, aware of her mother’s triumphant look. The gown and the shade of blue that had been chosen had all been her mother’s decision, even though Elizabeth had protested that the blue did not quite match her brown hair and hazel eyes. Of course, her mother had been proven right it seemed, and she was now quite delighted with herself.
“You are very kind, Lady Montague,” Elizabeth’s mother said, clapping her hands together. “Now, would you do me another kindness and introduce my daughter to anyone you think she ought to know? This is our first time in London, and I confess that our acquaintance is sorely lacking.”
“That is to be expected, given that you were so long away,” Lady Montague said at once, beckoning someone over towards them. “And is your husband’s health improved?”
“Vastly,” came the reply, and as Elizabeth nodded and smiled some more, she saw a young lady coming towards them, her own gown a similar shade to Elizabeth’s one.
“This is my daughter, Miss Hetty Caldwell,” Lady Montague introduced, as the girls curtsied to one another. “Hetty, take Lady Elizabeth under your wing, will you? She needs to become acquainted with everyone!”
Much to Elizabeth’s surprise, her mother then linked arms with Lady Montague and wandered away from Elizabeth, leaving her alone with Miss Caldwell.
“So, we are to be friends, it seems,” Miss Caldwell smiled, with a shake of her head. “My mother has been talking about seeing your mother for some time, ever since she heard that you were to be coming to London for the Season! I will be delighted to introduce you to as many people as I can.”
Elizabeth returned Miss Caldwell’s smile. “You are very kind, thank you. I will not try to hinder you this evening.”
“Hinder me?” Miss Caldwell laughed. “No, indeed, I am very glad to be able to help you. I think we shall become bosom friends, just as our own dear mothers are.”
Miss Caldwell was around the same height as Elizabeth, with fair hair and deep green eyes, which were currently filled with good humor. She had a willowy figure and seemed to sway when she moved, making Elizabeth feel rather heavy footed as they began to make their way through the crowd.
“Now, let me introduce you to Lord Starling,” Miss Caldwell began, coming to stand beside one particular gentleman, who was deep in discussion with another. “And Lord Blackwood, although he is as dark in character as his name suggests.”
Elizabeth greeted them both cordially, rather surprised to see Lord Blackwood’s dark eyes linger on Miss Caldwell, as a small smile touched his lips. Was there something between them? Had Miss Caldwell simply been flirting with him? Elizabeth had no experience of such things and was a little taken aback at how obvious Miss Caldwell was being.
She did not have time to be surprised for long, however, for a great many more introductions were made. Within a few minutes, she found herself out on the dance floor with Lord Starling, with plenty of other dances promised to others.
After what had been a rather intimidating start, Elizabeth found herself quite enjoying the ball and all it had to offer her. She forgot entirely about seeing Lord Mallon, laughing and chatting with her new acquaintances. Her dance card was quickly filled, and after a few hours had passed, Elizabeth found herself growing rather tired.
“I shall give you a small piece of advice,” Miss Caldwell said quietly, as they took their glasses from the table and sipped at them. “If one gets fagged—which is quite likely to happen on most occasions—then there are two places one might go. The balcony,” she continued, gesturing towards it with her glass, “although you must ensure to be seen at all times so that no particular rumor can be spread.”
“And the second?” Elizabeth asked, taking everything in as she tried desperately to cool down.
“The second is the gardens,” Miss Caldwell replied, with a wiggle of her eyebrows. “Most ballrooms will have a door to the gardens which is thrown open once the dancing is in full swing. However, I would not advise you to go out there alone, nor without a chaperone. Not unless you wish to be alone with someone, you understand.”
Elizabeth felt her cheeks burn. “Yes, I quite understand,” she mumbled, her thoughts suddenly turning back to Lord Mallon. “I doubt that it would be a particularly wise to do such a thing.”
Miss Caldwell laughed and tossed her head. “But doing the right thing is not always very fun, my dear Lady Elizabeth!”
Frowning slightly, Elizabeth tried to understand what her new friend meant, only to be interrupted by Lord Blackwood.
“Lady Elizabeth, Miss Caldwell,” he intoned, with a quick bow towards them both. “I was hoping that you might join me for a dance, Miss Caldwell?”
“Is it your turn, Lord Blackwood?” Miss Caldwell replied, with a lift of her eyebrow.
He cleared his throat and snapped his heels together. “Indeed, it is.”
“I am rather tired,” Miss Caldwell replied with a small sigh. “Must we dance?”
Elizabeth watched as Lord Blackwood studied Miss Caldwell for a moment before clearing his throat again, a little more gruffly this time. “We might take a turn about the room if you are very tired?”
“A wonderful idea!” Miss Caldwell exclaimed, clapping her hands together and throwing Elizabeth a sly look. “Will you excuse me, Lady Elizabeth?”
“Of course,” Elizabeth murmured, watching as Miss Caldwell took Lord Blackwood’s arm and began to walk with him across the ballroom towards the open door that led into the gardens. Heat rippled into her cheeks as she realized what Miss Caldwell intended, turning her face away from the sight.
She could never do such a thing, not when she was already betrothed. She had to maintain an impeccable standard of behavior, even though no one else knew of her current situation. Lord Mallon would not be ashamed by her, of that, she was determined.
So, might you go walking with him in the gardens one night?
The thought had her shivering for a moment, closing her eyes briefly and turning her mind in an altogether different direction. She did not want to think about sharing any kind of intimacies with Lord Mallon at the moment, not when he was still practically a stranger.
Looking up at the balcony and still feeling extremely warm, Elizabeth chose to thread her way through the rest of the guests and make her way up the staircase towards the balcony. She was quite sure her mother would not mind, and heeding Miss Caldwell’s advice to remain in sight of the rest of the crowd at all times, she chose to sit down on a seat that overlooked the dancing. Satisfied that she could be seen quite plainly, she sat back in her chair and let out the most enormous sigh, her whole body humming with tiredness. She could not remember any other time in her life where she had danced this much, grinning wryly to herself, as she realized this was why her feet were now in such pain.
This evening had been quite a wonderful introduction to society, and Elizabeth felt sure that she would enjoy the next couple of months. Even though she knew she was to marry Lord Mallon, she could still enjoy a wonderful Season filled with dancing, laughter, and new friends. She was sure that she and Miss Caldwell would become good friends, certain that their mothers would want to spend more time together whilst both families were in London.
Smiling to herself, she glanced down at her dance card and realized that she had two dances free, which meant that she would be able to sit up here for a few more minutes without interruption. It was a welcome relief from the hubbub and the heat of the ballroom, even though Elizabeth was very much enjoying herself. Briefly, she wondered where Lord Mallon might be and whether or not she was going to be introduced to him, only for her thoughts to drift in an entirely different direction as she watched the twirling couples below her.
Her heart grew heavy, as she thought of how Miss Caldwell’s experience could never be one she herself shared. Miss Caldwell was able to smile and talk and dance with as many gentlemen as she chose, her life entirely free for her to make her own choices. She might even fall
in love with one of the gentlemen who courted her, and mayhap, she would have a marriage based on love and affection instead of mere duty.
Frowning to herself, Elizabeth tried to shake those thoughts from her mind, knowing that it was foolish to even think of them. She could not have love, not when her path was already chosen for her. Even though she might dream of such a circumstance, it was foolish to continue to think on it, foolish to keep hoping for it. She would have to lay her dreams to rest and face her future with practicality. Love was not something she needed to consider.
3
Luke cleared his throat as he shook the Earl of Lewisham’s hand, aware that his father was beaming delightedly beside him.
“Good to see you again, Mallon,” the earl said firmly, his gaze stronger than Luke had expected. “I do hope you have been enjoying the Season thus far?”
“Indeed,” Luke replied at once, ignoring the warning look from his father. “Although I will say that I am very much looking forward to seeing your daughter again. It has been over a decade since I last set eyes on her!”
The earl nodded whilst Luke caught the relief written on his father’s features. “Of course. She will be glad to see you, too. I am quite sure of it. Although do allow her to enjoy the Season before you make any wedding plans, will you? She has done very well these last years, particularly when she was alone for all that time.”
Recalling what his father had said about Lady Elizabeth having a good character and disposition, Luke allowed himself a small smile. “She sounds as though she has a strong fortitude.”
“Yes, indeed,” the earl replied, his eyes taking on something of a faraway look. “There were times I was not sure I would ever return to England to see her again, but I am glad to say that has proven to be entirely wrong.”
